Olathe High School - Eagle Yearbook (Olathe, KS)

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The Class Poem As Seniors of the glorious class Of nineteen twenty-one We wish to bi-d this school farewellg Our high school work is done. We've labored here a day it seems O'er problems great and small, And now that we are passing out We hope we've solved them all. We entered here as Freshmen young Just four short yars ago And ere we've started on our course It seems we have to go. We've :rained our stops one at a time ln going through this school And tried to honor at all times The good old golden rule. And so we're Eoin! out in life To treat all person fair And not have any person say We weren't on the square. We're traveling on a steeper bath A better path we hone And as our splendid motto says. Not a downward slope The elevator to success Has stopped long, long ago And now when e'er you want a thing You have to climb just so. We're looking forward to suvcess !t's not an easy road, Some times it may seem very light. And then a heavy load, With spirit high and heart so strong NVe'll sail along life's way And then at length we all can shout We've spent a perfect day. And with our aim upon this goal And with our Hag unfurled We hope to make our life worth while Out in the greater world.

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Wa-zifVVafzi she faintly called, where are you? and she lay back moan- ing. He lifted her in his arms and she faintly said, Let me see the setting sun. and smiled, Wa-Zi, I api going to the Happy Hunting Ground, I am going to join the trader and my father. Ihate to leave you. I love you so.. Tell the minister and his wife, 'Fare- well.' I'n1 glad VVa-zi, that I am going to die on the prairie, the one place I love so well. Wa-zi, Oh! see the sun is sinking in the West. I am going now to the Great Spirit., Good-bye, Wa-Zi she faintly breathed, Good-bye. And as the sun went down -out of this world, so did the soul of an Indian maiden. An Indian brave bent silently over his lover's body. lying there on the prairie grass. A single, solitary figure left alone on the open plain. The Western sky slowly turned from crimson and gold to a faint purple, then into blue, and finally into the deeper shadows of night. The twilight came, and still the Indian warrior stood, a mute statute moaning for a soul departed, In the stillness of Uhe night the scouts silently one by one came up to the body and removed their hats. A voice from the darkness then otter- ed up a prayer, both for the dead maiden and the grief stricken warrior. It was short. lt was simple. It was the Westerner expression of sympathy for his fellow being. They buried O-la-the, the beautiful on the broad Kansas prairie out under Uhe twinkling stars. Wa-Zi stood by the grave of his lover until the morning light broke over the prairie and then, mounting his horse, wondered whether he should go to the West where his dreams, his hopes and his ambitions led, or return to the mission where but the ashes of a happy life remained, back where the memory of her would haunt him more strongly. He decided to go back to the mission and when he arrived he handed O-la-thee's beads to Mrs. Johnson. There were no words. She knew only too well their meaning, the beads of death. And so the years sped on. Wa-zi stayed at the mission. The new years brought new things. In 1856 Dr. Barton laid out a town site about 25 miles southwest of West- port. One day in early summer he and a party of settlers rode out to see the new city- Wa-zi went along as guide and guard. Wlhen the party reached the ridge. it stopped and gazed at the proposed site in the distance. Each dreamed his own dream of the new city, yet a prairie. As each gave play to his fancy, Wa-zi, their Indian guide, strode forth a little from the rest and stretching out his hands, called softly ill Slwwnee- U'm' thee. Instantly Dr. Barton asked him what the word meant and he replied that its meaning was Beautiful. Dr. Barton at once exclaimed that 'KO-la-t'hee should be the name of the new town. Most of the party thought tlhat the Indian was merely inspired by the beauty of the location and so uttered the word. But there in the Draifie EFHSS stood a little weather worn cross above a little mound of earth that held a meaning f0I' U19 old Indian more sacred than any nature's beauty could inspire. It was to this little cross that Wa-vi paid his tribute and not to the white 1nan's town. PONVRIE DOCTOR

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